Tristeza Martell's Chambers

[brigida]

"It is probably contagious," she warned, "I wouldn't want it to slow you down," she lurched quickly towards the bed, and away from his outstretched arms.

[The Smith]

"I know the perfect recipe. A soup my mother used to feed me, I will have Lynnia fetch it and then I will feed it to you." The Sea Lord replied, "I will not catch your bad wind. I am strong."

[brigida]

"I am very tired," she said with an effort as she pulled the covers down, and brought her legs up into them, "Perhaps in the morning; though it feels like a sickness that will last, sadly."

[The Smith]

"Is this sickness causing you to bleed?" He asked calmly.

[brigida]

Her eyes widened momentarily with surprise, "Why would you ask such a question?"

[The Smith]

"You brushed aside a servant in the hall earlier and stained his coat with blood." The Sea Lord replied.

[brigida]

Tristeza studied him with an intent gaze; "I have no idea how that could have happened," she said slowly, after a time, and settled herself into the bed, grimacing slightly, as she pulled the covers up high over her body.

[The Smith]

"Then of course there is what Lynnia told me." The Sea Lord looked at her, "Are you comfortable with what you already told me Tristeza?"

[brigida]

"That depends on what Lynnia told you." she said, eyes narrowed, "and whatever that might have been, I had rather discuss it in the morning, as I have already said."

[The Smith]

The Sea Lord looked at Villisander. Meatrios tapped his arm and side, then turned and exited the room. Then the Sea Lord looked at Timm and Kardaine and said in a hot voice, "Out!"

[brigida]

Tristeza glared hostily at Meatrios as he exited the room; he had given her away. She brooded angrily, and nodded at Kardaine who had looked to her inquiringly as to whether or not he should follow. She gave the same nod to Timm, but reinforced it with a lingering glower.

[The Smith]

Timm glared at the Sea Lord's bald skull and stalked from the room, stopping just outside the door, his eyes were on Tristeza the whole time the door closed.

The Sea Lord looked at her, "Let me see."

[brigida]

"See what?" she asked broodingly, though she was not unaware of what he meant; she was angry at having exposed, and did not much like the helpless feeling it left in its wake.

[The Smith]

He moved and sat down on her bed. And reached out to try and pry the clothing back.

[brigida]

Tristeza fought his hands at first, but as the pain of the exertion coupled with the pain of his hands upon her skin overhwelmed her she grimazed violently, "Stop," she choked, "I will do it myself." and she turned so that her body rested on her left side, and lifted her dress to expose the large wound on her right. When she was settled in that position, she liften her left sleeve to display the smaller wound.